The Elite Kings Club
in slow circles, slowly working my body up again. His hand comes to my inner thigh as he stretches me wide before slipping inside of me. His mouth comes back to mine, his tongue clashing, rubbing, and licking everywhere. Owning every single inch of me without being too much.He groans, pulling back and then slamming into me again, my boobs bouncing and my head smashing against the headboard as he rides my body like a wave. His hand comes to my throat as his other comes to my hair, wrapping it around his fist and tugging on it. That sets me off even more as I push up, meeting his every thrust. He grinds himself back into me, all while his mouth never leaves mine, his tongue not stopping its intense caresses. His pelvic bone hits my clit every time he descends back inside me. Picking up his pace, he pounds into me harder until I’m screaming his name through my sore throat and I’m exploding all over him again, his cock pulsing its release. I grind against him, milking every single drop of him. A side of me, a side I haven’t ever opened before, wants to fuck the soul out of him.
He drops down on top of me, his lips brushing over the side of my slippery neck. My eyes slowly shut as I turn, taking the sheet with me, and lay into his arms, where I fall asleep.
“MADI!” TATUM WAVES IN FRONT of my face as I close my locker.
“Oh, what?” I ask, locking it and tucking my books under my arm.
“I said, did your dad know about the party when he got home this morning?”
We head down the hallway on our way to English. It’s the only class Tatum and I share together.
“Um, no,” I answer, trying to avoid her eyes. “Truthfully, Dad wouldn’t care. As long as we stay away from his liquor cabinet and my gun cabinet, we’re good.”
“Oh!” Tatum replies, running her hand through her hair. “So how was the rest of your night, anyway? I haven’t seen you since Bishop whisked you off in his car and you avoided my texts all weekend. Did I do something wrong?”
Huh, what? I stop outside our next class. “Why would you have done something wrong?”
A guilty flush flashes over her face and recognition comes to me. “You and Nate.”
“I mean...” she corrects, “we sort of....”
“What?” I whisper-yell, gripping onto her arm and dragging her to a private corner. “You did not.”
She nods, a puppy-like smile on her face. “I did.”
“Tatum....”
Her hand comes to my arm. “It’s okay, Madi. I know who Nate is. I’m not stupid. I wanted to get rid of it, and he was obviously the perfect guy to do it with.”
My eyes narrow. “Yeah, I wouldn’t be so sure of that, T.”
She waves my comment away. “Oh please, I know I’m just another notch on his belt. It’s fine. It’s why I chose him.”
I relax a little, yet not enough to trust what she’s saying. Not that I know anything about good—or halfway decent—first times. We start walking back to class.
“Anyway...” She grins. “...so what happened with you?”
What happened with me? Oh you know, got fucked seven ways from Sunday, and then the said person who did all the fucking left in the middle of the night and I haven’t heard from him since.
“Nothing.”
We walk into class and drop down into two of the back desks.
Lunch bell rings, and I gather up my books, tucking my hair behind my ear as I walk toward the door, when Ally shoulder barges me. “Oops.” Her hand comes up to her mouth, hiding her grin. “So sorry, I thought they took the trash out early today.” She looks to Lauren, and they both laugh, flicking their hair behind their shoulders.
“Wow,” I say flatly. “Didn’t think I could think any lower of you, but it turns out your lack of creativity when it comes to comebacks changed my mind.” Then I turn and leave them with their lips curled and their scowls carved into their faces.
“Hey!” Ally halts me. I stop just short of the door, and Mrs. Robinson stops stacking her paperwork on her desk. “Bishop is mine.”
I laugh. “You can have him.” When I finally leave, I walk out the door and toward my locker. Punching in my code, I slide my books in, obviously in a huff. I shouldn’t let Ally wind me up, but I do. I let her get to me, which isn’t a good sign. It means I’m starting to feel for the people I keep around me. Hello, Bishop.
“Hey.” A voice from behind me stops my deep breathing, but it’s not the voice I want to hear.
“Carter, hey!” I close my locker and start toward the entry to the cafeteria.
He follows closely behind me. “Hey, I wanted to talk to you about that kiss.”
And I want to laugh. That kiss had long since been replaced and stolen and then shattered into tiny little shards of nothingness by Bishop.
“We really don’t need to go there,” I assure him, brushing it off as we enter the lunchroom. I’m not deluded. I know how exclusive Bishop is, and I know he doesn’t just sleep with and get with just anyone—well, so I’ve been told—plus, I know I’m nothing special. But being left cold while you’re sleeping is a whole new level of rejection. Asshole.
Thinking about it just makes me mad, and instinctively, I lean into Carter. Not to spite Bishop, because I know he won’t care, but to seek comfort in someone who maybe does want me. No, I couldn’t do that. Squashing my thoughts, I grab a tray.
“So what do you think?” he asks as we get in line.
“About?” I raise an eyebrow, putting an apple and a salad onto my tray.
“About camping. We’re all thinking of hitting the mountains for Halloween.”
“Oh,” I say, suddenly interested. I love camping and the outdoors as much as I